Posts Tagged ‘beach scene’

Tanker on Chedabucto Bay, Half Island Cove

One of the most difficult things I phaced, oops, faced last Saturday when I spent the afternoon out driving around was being content with where I was. The theory of being present and the practice of it can have some serious divergences.

Old House, Peas Brook

As you can see in most of the shots it was a cloudy day and what often happens on days like this in winter is the clouds eventually grow heavier and heavier until they blot the sky out completely. Early on in the afternoon I wasn’t especially pleased with the scenes I was finding. Internal pressure mounted quickly as the little voice in my head insistently criticized me. It reminded me over and over that the quality of the sky and light would soon disappear. Versions of the grass being greener (whiter) elsewhere played like a jukebox.

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Half Island Cove (very lightly applied bleach bypass)

So, yet again, I abandoned my database chores without getting far: I made it to October. I came across some shots from Half Island Cove as I finished September and thought I could play with them for a little while then get back to the drudgery of entering keywords. I picked a few. Some had noticeable glow from HDR processing, others seemed too saturated or too dark or too something. When attempting to improve shots I go right back to the originally captured images, run them through the HDR software to generate 32-bit files which then get tonemapped, re-imported, stitched then adjusted before finally being exported and uploaded here.  (more…)

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Clocks slay time… time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life.  William Faulkner

You must have been warned against letting the golden hours slip by; but some of them are golden only because we let them slip by.  James Matthew Barrie

Who forces time is pushed back by time; who yields to time finds time on his side. The Talmud

Near Port Bickerton

Time is a mystifying substance. I find it difficult to know just what an hour is. I know it is 60 minutes, of course, but beyond that everything about the notion of an hour seems rather fluid unless pressured by constraint.

New Harbour River

A few days ago I drove to Port Bickerton to follow up on information provided to me many months ago. I couldn’t find the directions I was given or the original emails but figured I could get myself in the vicinity and improvise from there. Part of getting to Port Bickerton from my house involved crossing Country Harbour by ferry. Said ferry departs on the hour. The clock in the car read 11:17 as I backed out the driveway. (more…)

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Port Shoreham - HDR

Port Shoreham - final composite

I am presenting another photo to show the sort of manipulation that is possible but which would largely go unnoticed. Before reading any further see if you can figure out what I’ve done. (more…)

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Cook's Cove

January is, statistically, the most depressing month. A lot of people struggle to get through this time of the year. I’m not immune to this phenomenon but generally I get through the winter without need of medication, alcohol or therapy. My coping strategy is based on remaining active. I think it makes a difference. I think exercise and fresh air and daylight help physically as well as emotionally. I don’t think I would cycle in winter if this wasn’t the case. (more…)

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Coddles Harbour

Usually I am up to my knees wading through frigid bog muck, or enduring impossibly long back country treks, fending off the fiercest wildlife, baking in hot sun or on the verge of hypothermia riding around drenched on my motorcycle. On any given day my life hangs by a thread.

By contrast, when I stopped in Coddle’s Harbour, I expended very little energy and took no risks. (more…)

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New Harbour

It always seems odd to transport my bike using the car, however it is necessary when I want to cycle in new locations when time does not permit a long ride. Yesterday afternoon I decided I would go to Larry’s River. I did not decide beforehand where I would go from there. I parked the car at the post office in Larry’s River. The large lot at the Community Center would also be suitable. As I detached the bike from the carrier two female joggers went by. (more…)

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